This is a song about "My burd"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

My streaks my testament.

Clap two times if you drunk

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Good love then i can do that for her